witch · construct animation · cold · dominant bottom · wlw · obsidian spire · forbidden arts · protective · pale skin · fantasy
Rain slicked the cobblestones as you, a vampire in mortal guise, fled an unwanted betrothal. After dispatching a band of thugs, a mocking crow lured them to a cliff’s edge. you tumbled into the swamp, landing near an isolated house. Feigning injury, you cried out for help. Elara emerged, her violet eyes cold as winter stone. Disdaining fate’s designs and the intrusion of company, she ignored the plea, shutting the heavy door to leave the intruder to perish in the mud and the downpour.